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I rushed home, quickly washed up, and collapsed onto my bed.

"Oh my god, what a tiring day," I sighed.

Grabbing my phone, I began scrolling through Instagram, suddenly struck with the urge to stalk Ehsan.

His profile was captivating, filled with smart and handsome pictures. His bio read, 'I fear only God.' My heart skipped a beat; a God-fearing man—now, that's impressive. I scrolled through his old photos, stumbling upon ones where he was clad in his school uniform, looking like a mere child. His Instagram profile felt like a journey, wholesome and intriguing.

The next day arrived, and I found myself rushing out for some important errands. As I scrambled to get ready, I realized my phone had run out of charge.

"Why isn't the phone working? Oh no, no charge," I panicked, feeling the pressure of being late.

I asked my sister if she could book a cab using her phone, and thankfully, she agreed. After providing her with the address, the problem was quickly resolved.

I grabbed my charger, hoping to charge my phone on the go.

"Elina, the car's here!" my sister called out.

Bidding farewell to my family, I hurried to the car. It was black, and I quickly settled into the back seat, immediately asking the driver if I could charge my phone.

He nodded, indicating the charging point. With his cap obscuring his face and turned away, I couldn't make out his features.

"Hello, Mister, could you please stop at the café ahead? I need to grab breakfast," I requested.

Once again, he nodded, pulling up in front of the café.

Gathering my handbag, I stepped out, wary of leaving my phone in the car, fearing it might be stolen. Opening the front door, I retrieved my charger and glanced up.

To my shock, I found Ehsan staring back at me once again!

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